Sometimes I will fret
I’ll lose my head, worry the
Sun will never set.
But night will come, and
I’ll be left undone. It won’t
be fun, but at least you’re here.
Sometimes I will fret
I’ll lose my head, worry the
Sun will never set.
But night will come, and
I’ll be left undone. It won’t
be fun, but at least you’re here.